The Poet Speaks About Mobile Phones
By christopher_twigg
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I
Foul little plastic implement of deafness and dissociation
strangler
with invisible cheesewires
screwing the air into little balls
fucker up of ley lines
your bleep is the end of poetry
your buzz is worse than the bite of a dinosaur
pterodactyl get out of my railway carriage
Mobile phone you don't know which way is north or south
your mouth full of rotten teeth smells of ten day old oranges
you are destroying my arteries
Weeper of toxicity
Starver of light to underwater plants
When will you split in half?
How many heads have you?
You cannot migrate or take part in any rituals
and yet you outnumber the stars in the Milky Way
I was given one once I used it as a trowel
It took two thousand years to disintegrate
I open your lid
and find your head full of maggots
wriggling like the contents of a fisherman's box
You carry on after car crashes
II
Angels have been getting tangled in your invisible dragnets
Unfriendly to dolphins you have de-horned the moon
In Wales your masts take up the choicest hilltops
while dead sheep and lambs rot in the farmyards
too heavy to bury -
you separate the head from the body
To use you once is equivalent to a bad LSD trip
The sparrows are departed
leaving no addresses
millions of vodafones have come in their place -
They loiter evilly by the drinking fountains
Unloveable dildoes
Wands incapable of transformations!
You violate the integrity of spaces!
Along with your brother the television
you have destroyed my imagination
made natural telepathy a blessing not for our lifetimes
Children should not know of you
and the time of your existence perceived
as a shameful period on earth.
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